Python

 

 

(Dixie Reapers MC)

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

Date Published: January 26, 2024

 

Galina – All my life I’ve been taught to obey men without question, but when I find out my father has offered my hand in marriage to Dima, a man who’s already killed two women, I know I’ve had enough. The Vor offers me a chance to run, and I take it. Living with the Dixie Reapers MC was supposed to be temporary. When I see one of the club girls harassing Python, I step in. Maybe I shouldn’t have. I never thought something so simple would become a complicated situation.

Python – All I wanted was to enjoy the single life forever. Didn’t matter if the pretty little Russian caught my eye. I wasn’t the type to settle down. Then she went and claimed me in front of a club girl. The officers in my club are having far too much fun with this. I’d planned to keep her at arm’s length -- until I found out she was in danger. With trouble breathing down her neck, I don’t have a choice. I’ll make her mine in every way that matters. Anyone dares to touch her, even the Bratva, and I’ll bury them.

WARNING: Python is intended for readers 18+ due to adult situations, language, and violence.

EXCERPT

Python

 

I didn’t know what the hell the club officers were thinking. Yeah, I knew the club had agreed to work with the Bratva when it came to helping women in distress. I got it. They had my support one hundred percent. But I’d thought we’d give them money, a new identity, and move them along. So, why was this girl still here? In the past year, none of the women had stayed longer than a night or two.

“What crawled up your ass?” Sticks asked.

We’d both patched in at the same time and had started prospecting together as well. It had taken both of us a week or two to stop using our real names around each other. There were times I still thought of him as Will.

I pointed to the Russian girl. “Why is she still here?”

“You’d have to ask Grimm, or more accurately, his wife. Oksana took a liking to Galina. It’s why she’s over there so much.”

“Isn’t this just asking for trouble? It’s no secret Oksana is here, or that we know where her mother and sister are located. What if someone in the Bratva comes nosing around? Oksana might be protected, but Galina isn’t.”

Sticks smacked me on the back. “Well, unless you’re volunteering…”

Hell no. The last thing I needed was a woman. My gaze strayed to her again. I had to admit she was pretty. Not gorgeous or even what I would call beautiful. For some reason, there was still an innocence to her. How the hell she’d grown up around the Bratva and not come out the other side jaded was beyond me.

“Don’t let Wire and Lavender see you eying her like that,” Sticks said. “You know what happens when they even get a whiff of interest from one of us.”

I nearly shuddered. Yeah, that was the last thing I wanted to happen. I tore my gaze away from Galina and went into the clubhouse. A cold beer was exactly what I needed.

In the past year or two, a lot of changes had occurred not only here, but with other clubs we called family or friends. Most had done away with the club whores or set up a separate building for family events since so many brothers were settling down. It made sense. If I did have a wife and kid, I wouldn’t want them in the same space those dumb bitches spread their legs.

As for the Dixie Reapers, this building was the one place you could still find a woman. At least, after Wire and Lavender vetted them. Anyone wanting to hang with us went through a background check these days. Too many little ones running around to risk letting the wrong sort of person in. It had happened too often already.

I grabbed a cold bottle of my favorite beer from behind the bar and sat at a nearby table. Only two women were here at the moment, and I didn’t want anything to do with either of them. Anna was the least clingy of the two. Once I’d told her I wasn’t interested, she’d mostly left me alone. Unless she thought I was drunk enough to give her a shot. The other… Penny was a menace. The woman always latched on and wouldn’t let go.

I’d no sooner thought her name than she spotted me and headed over. If I wasn’t trying to keep away from Galina outside, I’d have left the building like my ass was on fire. Anything to avoid the bitch who wanted a property cut. And yeah, we all knew what her end game was, even if she denied it. We could see it in her eyes.

“Did you come here to see me?” she asked, leaning toward me. The woman practically shoved her tits in my face, and I barely dodged.

“Nope. Wanted a beer.”

She batted her eyes. “You could have had one of those at home. You know you don’t have to be shy. I’ll give you anything you want.”

I’d bet she would, and probably something else I most certainly didn’t want or need right now. A baby in her belly. Bitch was crazy as fuck, and I wouldn’t put it past her to get pregnant on purpose. I finished my beer and got up to use the bathroom, hoping she’d be gone when I got back. No such luck. She’d not only made herself comfortable, but she’d gotten two beers. The way she licked at one of them told me it was hers. And if it hadn’t been, it was now.

I stared at the open bottles. We always cautioned women not to accept open containers. Someone at the Hades Abyss had learned not too long ago men needed to be wary too. Cotton had gotten screwed over and still hadn’t recovered from what happened.

“I didn’t spit in it,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Wasn’t my concern.”

She huffed and took the bottle. After swallowing a mouthful, she handed it back to me. “Not poisoned either.”

Fine. I might very well regret this later, but I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. Slayer and Royal were both across the room. Last thing I needed was them calling me a little bitch or some shit. I drank the beer quickly, then stood.

“I’m afraid I’m not good company today.” I made my way to the front door. Partway there, the room started to tilt and spin. What the fuck?

I stumbled out onto the porch and down the steps. The entire world looked like I’d entered a funhouse tunnel. Shaking my head, I tried to make sense of where I was. The line of bikes blurred and I couldn’t tell one from another.

A small hand gripped mine and I started to shake it off, until I heard the soft Russian accent.

“Let me help you.”

Galina. I let her lead me away, but we didn’t make it far before I heard Penny yelling out my name.

“Wait for me, Python!”

Galina put her lips near my ear and spoke in a low voice. “Do you want to wait for her?”

“No.”

She gave a nod and helped me walk a little farther. I hadn’t realized it before, but the car the club had given her sat at the end of the row of bikes. I didn’t know why she’d parked there, but right now I was grateful.

“Hey, bitch! Where are you taking my man?” Penny screamed.

Galina stopped and I felt her turn. She didn’t release me. Only switched to her other hand, as if she worried I might fall. She wasn’t wrong. At any moment I could land on my ass. Although, I didn’t think the pint-size woman was going to be able to hold me up.

“Your man?” she asked. She spit out a string of Russian that sounded like she was cussing the woman out and I couldn’t hold back my smile. Even though I felt like shit, I had to admit I liked seeing this side of Galina. “He’s not yours. He’ll never be yours.”

Penny sputtered, and it sounded like she was coming closer. Galina managed to get me to her car and into the passenger seat. She slammed the door about the time Penny stopped beside her. I couldn’t hear what Galina was saying, but I could tell from the tone she was pissed. She lit into Penny, and if I hadn’t thought I might pass out or throw up, I’d have found it hysterical. She’d done the one thing I hadn’t been able to. Mostly because I’d have felt like shit. Although, now that I was certain the bitch had drugged me, I wouldn’t hold back. In fact, once this passed, I was going to talk to the Pres and get that woman booted permanently.

Galina got into the car and backed up. Penny ran around to put herself in front, and Galina revved the engine. I heard the tires spin right before the car shot forward. My eyes felt so heavy they slid shut, and I missed the look on Penny’s face. Galina didn’t slow for a few minutes. My house was toward the back of the compound, and the moment she came to a stop, I knew she’d brought me home.

She shut off the car and I heard her get out. She opened my door and placed her hand on my arm.

“Can you stand?” she asked. “Should I get help?”

Oh fuck no. “My brothers will laugh if they know about this.”

Shit. That’s right. If I told the Pres, then… I’d have to think about it tomorrow. Right now, I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d stay coherent, or able to stand. Galina helped me from the car, and we walked up to my door. I couldn’t seem to get my keys out of my pocket.

I felt her hand slide in and grasp the keyring, but it wasn’t all she touched. Groaning as my cock went rock-hard, I wondered if I’d just been dumped straight into hell. She froze and I could feel her staring at me, even if I couldn’t manage to open my eyes.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

She pulled out my keys and got the door open. I tripped over the threshold and barely stayed upright. Her small hand grasped mine tightly as she led the way through my home. It was almost as if she knew exactly where she was going. When we reached my bedroom, I sank onto the side of the bed, and she kneeled at my feet. Fuck if that didn’t screw with my drug-addled brain.

She set my boots beside the nightstand, then helped me get my cut off. I tried to watch her, but the world was spinning too much. Closing my eyes, I fell back on the mattress. My legs still hung off the side, but I didn’t care.

“Python, what happened? Should I get someone?”

“Drugged.” At least, I tried to say it. Not sure how it sounded to her. I could tell my words slurred and my tongue felt heavy. What the hell had Penny planned to accomplish with me in this state? Then again, I’d gotten hard when Galina brushed against my cock. It seemed that part of me worked, even if the rest didn’t.

She did her best to get me all the way onto the bed, and I heard her panting for breath when she’d finished. I didn’t know what Penny had dosed me with, so I had no clue how long this would last. The thought of lying here alone, unable to even get up if I needed to puke or take a piss, bothered me. That bitch was going to pay when I got through this.

“Stay,” I said, or tried to. Galina seemed to understand. I felt the bed dip as she sat beside me.

My movements were clumsy, but I managed to pull her down beside me. I attempted to wrap my arm around her, to hold her closer, but failed miserably. She sighed and inched closer.

“When I thought of my first time in bed with a man, this wasn’t what I had in mind,” she said.

My head felt too foggy for her words to really sink in. First time? Wait. “Virgin?”

She buried her face against my side. “Stop. Don’t make fun of me.”

Before I could say anything else, the darkness started to pull me under.

 

 

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